So, Hiya Bitches!
Dark usually writes these but I was being a real persnickety bitch about this one so she left it to me.
You've been asking, biting at the bit, worried af, and maybe even prepping for it.
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For those that scroll right by these intro's LoLz... We tried
Do any of you remember thinking how weird it was that this Book was marked Mature?
*Whispers* This chapter is the reason...
Foreboding enough for ya Fandom? ;)
That being said, Trigger Warnings ahead!
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-Twisted
Faustina whimpers in agony as she looks around the room weakly. Fear and exhaustion had become her whole world. Her entire body ached. Her back was ablaze with a new type of torment as the salt he'd laid her in burned deeper into her skin.
"T?"
"T!"
"T? P-please! W-wake up! I'm s-s-sorry!" She shakily pleads in desperation when she hears the familiar steps of her father walking down the stairs.
"Please? I'll behave, I promise." She pleads. "I can't take this. I can't take this. I can't take this."
Where was he? Where was T? Her breaths become shorter. Choppier. Desperately.
She cries out in pure desperation. Where was he? Why wasn't he coming? Did he abandon her to this fate? Her tears intensify as her heart rate skyrockets. T! T! T! Her only thought. Where was her savior? Her protector? Her brother? What had their father done to him?
"Oh child. Are you calling for me to save you? Or the demon vying for your soul?" He tuts softly, his tongue clicking in disappointment, "Because you shouldn't call out for the aid of a demon. It is the demon that is tormenting you, I am merely the tool of your salvation," His face comes into view above her, "As I have always been."
She swallows, staring at her father in horror as she stills, petrified.
Oh no. God, please no.
Had that been out loud?
Her gut twists with fear. "Of course father." She closes her eyes, fresh tears already staining her cheeks. Why was it such a struggle to keep T up? He'd never slept like this on her before. She prayed to anyone that would listen that's all that this was. That he was sleeping, or working on a plan to get them out. Something. Anything, that hadn't been him leaving her to this. But the silence was scaring her.
What had their father done after the last time T'd knocked her out of the way? It felt like Father had put him through hell.
Had he killed him? Could he do that? Her heart stops as she lets out a gasp at the thought.
He was resting. He had to be. Only coming out for the worst of it. That had to be what was happening. He wouldn't abandon her now had he? Hadn't forsaken her the way her God had, right? Father couldn't have killed him. T was her brother. Her twin. Her only light in the darkness that was her life. No matter what Father said. He'd always been so kind. So compassionate. Loving.
If that was what a demon was- And God hated women- What the hell had she been praying to?
He was only coming out for the worst of it. That had to be it. Saving his strength to deal with what she could not. What she was too weak to handle.
She could endure this. She had to endure this. Just one moment more. Then another. She could do this for him. For T. For the friends she'd always been too afraid of introducing herself to for fear of rejection. Of judgment.
"Your pleading with it is how it managed to find a way into your soul in the first place. Heretic scum. If I find that abomination I will see it purified." Frollo gently taps Faustina's cheek, "You wished to see the horrors of this world, well now, here they are my child."
Faustina flinches, though whether it's from the touch or his words, she's unsure. "I'm sorry father, really I am." She responds meekly. "I'll be a good girl, I promise." She desperately pleads as more tears fall from her eyes.
"Not nearly sorry enough, unfortunately. It will take far more to drive this creature from your soul." Frollo looks over her head before a grim smile lights up his face, "Are you willing to endure the suffering you must in order to be purified?"
T! She pleads again, T, please for the love of Deez help me.
She swallows as she timidly nods to her father, dejected by T's lack of a response, "Please save me." If this was living, she couldn't imagine what pain would face her in hell. In heaven? She didn't know anymore. It was so confusing. Conflicting. The uncertainty of what her death would bring made her tremble. If living was so hard to endure, then hell-heaven? had to be so much worse. And she couldn't even begin to fathom what worse could be. Her tears start streaming faster.
Frollo slowly nods as a strange light flares in his eyes, "I will do everything in my power to do just that." He assures her with a smile before he grabs her chin and forces her to look him in the eyes, the twisted look of pleasure in them striking her to her core. "It will not be easy, but I will endure what I must to save you from the burning lake of damnation. Your soul burning forever is a fate I can not allow to befall you." His gaze lingers before he drops his hold on her and tests the chains holding her in place before he disappears behind her head.
"I promise I'm ready for salvation father," She bows her head, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I strayed!" What did he want to hear? What did she have to say? How could she end this pain? End this suffering?
Frollo nods somberly as his face, and only his face, comes back into view. "Then let us begin." He smiles again before he vanishes.
T! She shouts like a mantra in her mind. Her chest constricting in dread, as her mouth dries and her breathing becomes labored. T! I need you! Please! She cries despondently.
She nearly faints at the sound of a whip snapping in the air behind her.
"I thought I'd gotten rid of that stupid fucking thing," T groans as he shoves Faustina to the back of their mind.
"Ah, the demon returns."
"As does the prick."
They weren't able to measure their time here in days or nights, just by the vicious and brutal circle that seemed to repeat without an end in sight.
Fun.
T bites his bottom lip against the pain shooting through his side as the whip cracks near his ear.
Sorry, Faustina. He grimaces. That was close. So fucking close to being worse than the situation already was.
Why the fuck was it becoming so hard for him to surface?
He swallows his scream as another lash tears across his abdomen. The back definitely hurt way less than the front. He can't help but jump as the whip cracks again. Whatever the hell they were laying in digs into the wounds on his back creating a sting so bad his eyes water as he settles. Jesus fucking christ, his eyes water. What the fuck were they laying in? Fire?
How long had she been forced to lie in this? His anger rises to the surface. "Just fuckin' kill us and get this over with you sick fuck." He wheezes as a fifth strike has him pulling against the chains, to keep from screaming out.
"Yes demon, struggle to free yourself of this innocent child," Frollo commands as another crack of the whip lands across his chest.
"Sonovacunt!" T growls through clenched teeth. "Demon, says the fuckin' rapist. Let he-" He grunts another crack resounds around the room, "He without sin be the first to cast the stone. You sick fucking piece of shit."
"We believe that God is one: we do well for even the demons believe, and shudder." Frollo states impassively before he brings the whip down again in the same place, "I cast ye out, filth of the most unholy one."
T bites down hard on his cheek, the taste of blood blooming as it fills his mouth. "Romans chapter two verse one. Therefore you have no excuse, O man, every one of you who judges. For in passing judgment on another you condemn yourself, because you, the judge-" He can't help the hiss of the next lash, "practice the very same things."
"I see you know your scripture demon." Frollo glares as he walks into view, his hands twisting around the black leather handle of the whip.
"No thanks to you." T aims a spiteful mouthful of blood in his face defiantly.
Frollo lip curls as he wipes his face, "Well, if the most holy word of god will not drive you out, then I suppose I'll have to resort to more drastic measures. Methods used by holy men during their noble quest to root evil from the world to preserve mankind's innocents." He sighs before he vanishes once more behind T's head.
T doesn't even bother to try and look, it didn't take a genius to understand what was coming next.
A different type of pain.
A new form of torture.
Another way to break him. But he refused. No way was he letting either of them succumb to this man.
He'd let them die first.
Something about Deez's note resonated within him.
Do whatever it takes to get back to them. He could endure this. He just had to stick around long enough to figure out an escape plan. He could do that- As could Faustina. He swallows as he's forced to shift. His back burning as something melted into seeping wounds burning them in a way nothing else had. That is assuming they didn't bleed out first.
He snorts. Bleeding out didn't sound too awful right now.
No. He shakes his head. That would mean the old fuck won too. And he refused to let that happen. Re-fucking-fused. If their father insisted on treating him like he was the demon, that was fine. He'd show him one. He would force both of them to endure this out of pure spite. He refused to let Frollo win.
He grits his teeth, jaw tense as he grips onto the chains holding them in place mentally preparing for whatever horror the monster was trying to justify next.
And he was justifying it. He always had.
Women aren't supposed to be clumsy. Punishment.
I'm trying to save you. Punishment.
Rapists and monsters rule the streets looking to prey on little girls such as yourself. Punishment.
This is for your soul. Punishment.
This is for your own good. This is to remind you. This is to teach you. Punishment. Punishment. Punishment.
It hurts because it's Eve's punishment from god.
Rape. He snarls, his lip curling. Oh yeah. He could handle whatever this prick through at him, if only to fucking rip his throat out with his teeth and shove his dick in it.
Sick fuck.
No wonder Faustina'd been so fucking terrified her whole life. So turned around. So confused. Everything about this prick was a walking contradiction.
"I have been told the power of fire and water can be a very convincing combination to root out evil. Both are purifying in their own right, but used in conjunction with each other." Frollo's voice trails off as footsteps approach. "Set up the trough and the stocks for my return later. Make sure to test the flow of water thoroughly, but don't kill her."
"Whatever you say, sir."
T shudders in revulsion. When the fuck had that twat entered?
Frollo smiles before his face is horribly lit from below, lending a monstrous effect, "And keep the fire going." He commands before he tosses the match on a pile.
The fire was just below T's line of sight, but he could feel the heat against his heels. It was slight, but there.
T's eyes roll to the back of his head. Great. He swallows a hiss of pain as he's forced to shift again.
Water and fire?
He'd been there. Tackling Deez down that well. Done that. He could handle it. Handle that.
He growls as his head is pulled back and water is dumped over his face without warning.
His growl falters as he chokes on it.
Didn't mean this was going to fucking suck.
Hyades fire burns hotter!
He swallows as his skin hisses again before his head is shoved into the water stream once more.
Three minutes! Ursula drowned me for three full minutes!
Hyades fire burns hotter! Hyades fire burns hotter! He repeats himself as he feels the hot brand stamp into his chest again.
Frollo frowns as he watches T struggle against the chains in the attempt to escape the flames, the brand, and the water.
"Am I going about this all wrong?" He asks out loud as he presses his hands together in prayer, "I do not wish to lose this child in order to save her. Give me a sign of your will and it will be done, oh Lord, my God."
T splutters as he takes in too much water with his next hiss of pain. Their father's words spurring on another rush of anger, spurring on another wave of resolve.
He would get them back to their friends. He might die at their feet while doing so, but he'd be damned if he didn't get back to them. He twists his wrists to grip the chains, as he chokes down a scream.
Frollo glares before he looks over T's head at the sound of something falling to the ground. The metallic sound echoing around the room. "I see almighty. If I must befoul myself to save this child, I will do so."
T can't help the reflexive swallow of water. He should be grateful. This was the first taste he'd had of it for days. But instead, it was nearly drowning him. He chokes on a scoff. No wonder Deez was afraid of this shit.
"God is most knowledgeable in the methods of demon extraction." Frollo grimaces as he holds up a red hot iron. "Take the water away. From now on we deal in flames. I know the clumsy child can handle that, she's burned herself more than enough times." He slowly lowers the branding iron until it rests just below T's vision.
T's eyes widen as the new pain radiates through him from his thigh. His nails digging into his skin so deeply he feels the blood as he violently lurches away. A blood-curdling scream leaves his lips as he nearly succumbs to the pain. Blackness edges his vision.
"I will carve and burn salvation into Faustina's very skin," Frollo promises fervently, "and then I will do to you what you have done to this child."
He grinds his clenched teeth as he pulls on the manacles, his raw wrists finally splitting as he feels warmth drip down his arms. Stupid fucking prick.
"It's time."
Frollo sighs in frustration as he looks up, "Yes yes, I must attend to my flock before I can continue to drive the demon out." He pulls the cooled brand away from T before tossing it into the fire.
"You- You're gonna burn in hell for this..." T pants, hating how weak he sounded. Hating how fucking hopeless this situation was. Hating himself for not listening to the warnings. Talk about fucking hubris. His breath becomes more labored as he collapses with a weak hiss of relief.
"No demon, but you will." Frollo shakes his head before he turns and leaves.
"Already there." T barely has the energy to mumble. Fucking damn it all to hell, he feels himself start slipping the minute his father starts slipping away.
"Put her back in the purification salt."
It was the last thing he heard before his vision fades into the sweet darkness.
So that was a thing we wrote… Are you guys proud of us?
...Happy to finally know what's going on with T? We know you guys have been biting at the bit for this. Did we deliver?
What are your thoughts on Frollo? Don't hold back.
How the fuck is T going to get out of this? It's not looking too hot- No pun intended- for them is it?
T is full tilt going Fool in this bitch. Not that he has many options. He really fucked up here… No question, just a fact.
Waterboarding, branding, and burning oh my… Like they didn't have enough scars.
Sorry if this chapter was confusing with T and Faustina switching out- But split personalities is confusing as fuck, especially when the individual personalities find out about each other. Not to say we're doing this by the book- Like the fuck at all. DID and Split personalities are such a complex, controversial, confusing mess. So we tried to simplify it as much as possible and keep it story centered…
So… Who wants to punch us?
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With much love, appreciation, and zero remorse, ZERO!
-Twisted
Answers to Questions
To; Keli0596
Q: Will the Core Four be in this book?
A: For the most part… No, but they do appear in a chapter
Fandom;
We know this was totally rhetorical but…
Q: But seriously, can you get anymore foreboding?!
A: Challenges as always, accepted
Not fanfic related in the slightest but...
Fandom
My hubby let me pick the Wedding date, (and wouldn't let go with Halloween,)
So fuck yeah I picked Leap Day. I had a shit memory even before I got into a T-Bone and smacked my head hard enough to break my neck. My memory is the equivalent of a goldfish looking through swiss cheese. No way was I passing leap day up. It's a hard one to forget even for me.